Boom!!!
An indescribably massive pressure suddenly descended from the sky!
That pressure was as vast as the sea and as heavy as a mountain, as if the heavens themselves had opened their eyes to overlook this land.
"Ah—!"
The lakeside instantly fell into chaos. The lower-cultivation disciples felt their legs go weak, involuntarily prostrating themselves on the ground, trembling all over, unable to even muster the courage to lift their heads.
Only the experts at the Spirit Saint level or above could barely manage to stand, yet they were also pale, with fine beads of cold sweat seeping from their foreheads.
Several figures shot up into the sky, hovering in mid-air, staring fixedly at the direction where the canopy had appeared.
The person at the lead, with white hair and beard, dressed in a simple grey robe, had an aged figure but possessed the inherent dignity of someone who had long held a high position.
It was none other than the current Pavilion Master of the Sea Gods Pavilion—Xuan Zi.
Behind him, Martial Soul Department Dean Yan Shaozhe, Soul Tool Department Dean Xian Liner, and several Inner Court elders followed closely, their expressions extremely grave.
"Elder Xuan, what… is that?"
Yan Shaozhe's voice was somewhat dry. He had lived for over a hundred years and considered himself knowledgeable, yet he had never felt such terrifying pressure.
The strength of that pressure even made him, a level 96 Super Douluo, feel a trace of insignificance.
Xuan Zi did not answer immediately.
He looked up, his murky old eyes reflecting the chaotic canopy that was slowly unfolding, his brows locked in a frown.
Two hundred-plus years.
He had lived for a full two hundred-plus years, experienced countless life-and-death crises, and witnessed countless experts, but never once had he felt such an intense sense of powerlessness.
"This pressure…"
Xuan Zi spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and heavy:
"It is several times stronger than when Elder Mu was alive."
Yan Shaozhe's pupils constricted: "Stronger than Elder Mu? Doesn't that mean…"
"Beyond the limit."
Xuan Zi interrupted him, his gaze fixed on the canopy:
"If this old man is not mistaken, this should be… a miracle of Divinity."
"A miracle of Divinity?!"
Yan Shaozhe gasped, then lowered his voice:
"Elder Xuan, could it be… that being? But, isn't Divinity forbidden from interfering in the affairs of the lower realm?"
Xuan Zi shook his head and smiled bitterly:
"How would this old man know such things? Just keep watching."
He spoke nonchalantly, but his heart was already churning with huge waves.
The arrival of a miracle of Divinity was by no means accidental.
And for it to arrive over Shrek Academy at this moment, it could not possibly be a coincidence.
Is it a blessing? Or a curse?
He did not know.
But he vaguely had a premonition—after tonight, the landscape of this World would likely change drastically.
…
On a water lily by the lake, Huo Yuhao looked up at the surging aura in the sky.
He also felt the pressure descending from the sky, but unlike the panicked fellow disciples around him, his eyes held not only gravity but also a trace of… complexity.
"This pressure…"
Huo Yuhao sensed it silently in his heart, his brows furrowing slightly.
He had once felt the aura of the vast majority of experts on the Douluo Continent—Elder Xuan's Gluttonous Divine Ox, Dean Yan's Bright Phoenix, and even experts at the Limit Douluo level… but none of them could compare to the pressure before him.
This was not power that a human could possess.
It was not even power that a Spirit Beast could possess.
This was… the power of Divinity.
"But…"
A trace of doubt arose in Huo Yuhao's heart:
"If it really is Divinity descending, why do I have a… strange sense of familiarity?"
He could not say where that familiarity came from. It was as if something, in the dark, was calling to him, telling him—
Look carefully.
See clearly.
Up there, there is another you.
Huo Yuhao shook his head, throwing this absurd thought out of his mind.
Regardless, being in Shrek Academy was the greatest guarantee.
Even if the experts of the Sun Moon Empire poured out in full force, the academy would have the ability to resist. This was the confidence accumulated by the thousand-year-old Shrek.
"Let's watch and see first."
He steadied himself and looked up at the sky.
…
And not far away, among the sixteen Sea God Fairies, a pink-blue figure was also looking up, gazing at the chaotic canopy. She was none other than Tang Wutong.
She was wearing a pink dress today, her long hair like a waterfall, her face peerless.
In those lively eyes, a strange light flashed at this moment. It was not fear, not panic, but… a trance.
"Father…"
She called out softly in her heart.
The moment that pressure descended, the bloodline within her trembled slightly; it was an aura stronger than the God Realm, which she felt somewhat unfamiliar with.
Could it be that her father was going to take action?
But, why?
Why would her father descend at this time, in this manner?
Didn't he say to let her gain experience properly in the lower realm and not to reveal her identity?
A trace of unease surged in Tang Wutong's heart.
She vaguely felt that something beyond her father's control was happening.
Meanwhile, above the canopy, the chaos surged.
That magnificent voice sounded again, resounding throughout the entire Douluo Continent—no, resounding in the hearts of all living beings in this World:
[Detected the existence of two identical parallel Worlds. To perform optimization, a comparison of the two Worlds will now be conducted. The World that ultimately wins the comparison will receive a comprehensive 10% boost.]
[After the comparison concludes, the two Worlds will merge with each other. At that time, whichever World's comparison object is stronger, that World will gain the fusion advantage.]
[Now, beginning to select comparison objects.]
As the voice fell, the chaos on the canopy began to spin rapidly, as if an invisible hand was plucking the threads of fate.
By the lake, everyone held their breath.
Huo Yuhao's pupils constricted slightly, the feeling of "being watched" in his heart becoming increasingly intense.
Tang Wutong subconsciously clutched her lapels tightly.
Experts like Xuan Zi and Yan Shaozhe stared even more fixedly at the canopy, not daring to miss any details.
Finally—the chaos slowly parted.
Two huge images appeared side by side.
In the left image, it was a brightly lit lake, the lakeside bustling with people—it was precisely the Sea God Lake at this moment!
And in the center of the image, a slender figure was circled by golden light, exceptionally eye-catching. And this person was no stranger to the entire upper echelon of Shrek Academy; it was Huo Yuhao.
And in the right image, it was a void intertwined with grey-white and emerald green.
In the void, countless dragon shadows circled. On the ground, a man dressed in black tight-fitting attire stood with his hands behind his back. Behind him stood four peerless women, and beside him, an old man in a grey robe was chatting with him.
The two figures looked exactly the same!
But their temperaments were completely different.
The figure on the left was calm but carried a trace of confusion, firm but hiding a trace of dependency.
The figure on the right was as calm as a deep pool, and between the opening and closing of his eyes, it seemed to contain the cycle of life and death.
Above the canopy, the cold voice of the rules sounded again:
[Comparison objects selected!]
[Left screen: Black World—The Child of Luck nurtured by the Douluo Continent for ten thousand years: Huo Yuhao]
[Age: Twenty-two]
[Realm: Eight-ring Spirit Douluo]
[Goal: Resurrect Wang Dong]
[Right screen: White World—The Child of Luck nurtured by the Douluo Continent for ten thousand years: Huo Yuhao]
[Age: Twenty-two]
[Realm: Reincarnation God King]
[Goal: Resist unknown arrangements, become the strongest in the current World, let the people of the World live and work in peace, and let relatives and teachers also become stronger]
[Next, the comparison begins]